Sheng Qingyi didn't see Sheng Yize's reaction and was still mumbling to himself. However, An Xiaxia noticed it and grabbed Sheng Yize right away.
He was going to beat his father up.
"Calm down… Let's go check on Grandpa Sheng, shall we?" she asked.
She didn't want to see father and son turn on each other.
Sheng Yize rubbed his temples and sighed. "Let's go."
His little fool.
Inside the ward, Grandma Sheng sat by the bed, holding Grandpa Sheng's hand. She wasn't crying, but her voice trembled. "Old fool… I'm so glad you're alright… I kept thinking that if anything happens to you, I won't be able to go on living… We've made it this far. I know you can't bear to leave me behind like this…"
There was no sound in the room other than the old lady's murmurs.
Grandpa Sheng hadn't woken up yet, but Grandma Sheng wouldn't let go of his hand.
